Are You Sure

Su Yu took a deep breath.

A gleam of deep satisfaction flickered across his intense, dark eyes.

These were the ones.

"I want these two."

Su Yu pointed at the two golden display stands, his tone calm yet carrying an unwavering finality that brooked no argument.

Nie Changkong looked at the two martial arts manuals Su Yu had indicated.

His face immediately darkened.

"Nonsense!"

Nie Changkong snapped sternly.

"Su Yu, do you think that just because you've comprehended the Transformational Spear Intent, every martial art under heaven is now easy for you?!"

"These two manuals are the hardest to cultivate in the entire Jingwu Vault!"

Nie Changkong pointed at the Primordial Blood Origin Art.

"This internal cultivation method is ferociously domineering! In the past thirty years, seven absolute geniuses at Jingwu have attempted to force-cultivate it — five ended up with their meridians shattered, and two exploded on the spot!"

"No one dares to touch it now!"

He then pointed at the Eight Desolations Annihilation Spear.

"This spear technique is even more ridiculous! It doesn't even have specific stance diagrams — only the faint traces of annihilation intent left behind by its past practitioners!"

"You haven't even trained in basic spear techniques, and you want to directly comprehend a heaven-grade martial art that is pure intent?!"

"You're wasting your time!"

Nie Changkong was genuinely angry.

What he feared most was this kind of genius.

Relying on their exceptional talent, they looked down on everything, insisted on choosing only the most supreme arts, and ended up going down the path of qi deviation.

In the face of Nie Changkong's concern.

Su Yu remained completely calm.

He turned his head and looked at the vice-chancellor of the martial university.

"Vice-Chancellor."

"My path is different from others."

Su Yu's voice was not loud, but it carried an immense, unshakable confidence.

Are you kidding?

With the System in his hands.

As long as the money was sufficient — never mind heaven-grade, even god-grade techniques could be deduced to perfection in a matter of seconds!

Need three years or ten?

Need comprehension?

All trivial!

"I want to try."

Su Yu looked at Nie Changkong and offered a compromise.

"If within five days, I can't even get my foot in the door."

"I'll return them immediately and take the two earth-grade techniques you recommended."

"What do you say?"

Nie Changkong looked into Su Yu's deep, unwavering eyes.

He fell silent.

He could feel the stubbornness and absolute confidence burning in this young man's bones.

"Fine."

After a long moment, Nie Changkong finally let out a single word.

He waved his hand and deactivated the formation arrays on the two golden stands.

"Take the jade slips."

Nie Changkong watched as Su Yu stored the two heaven-grade jade slips into his terminal's storage space, and inwardly shook his head.

Try?

Heaven-grade martial arts weren't something you could just "try."

This kid needed to be knocked down a peg.

Let him go crash into that wall and see.

After he spends five or six days on those two arts, hits his head bloody, and gets a taste of real defeat, he'll naturally learn just how high the sky is and how thick the earth is.

When that happens, he, Nie Changkong, would step in and counsel him — the effect would be far better than forcibly stopping him now.

"Now that you've chosen your arts, follow me."

Nie Changkong led Su Yu out of the library and back to the administrative building.

Inside his office.

Nie Changkong opened a safe and took out three refined jade vials, pushing them in front of Su Yu.

"This is a seventh-tier spiritual medicine called Marrow Condensing Blood Essence."

"Taken in conjunction with your internal cultivation method — it will double the speed of your qi and blood circulation, yielding twice the result with half the effort."

"Consider it my personal sponsorship."

Su Yu didn't stand on ceremony. He accepted the jade vials directly.

"Thank you, Vice-Chancellor."

"Don't thank me so fast."

Nie Changkong's expression turned gravely serious.

He braced both hands on his desk, looking down at Su Yu from above.

"As a top-tier freshman, you get the best resources and the greatest privileges at Jingwu."

"But likewise, you also bear the greatest pressure!"

"Jingwu doesn't raise dead weight!"

Nie Changkong's voice carried a bloody, iron-fisted ruthlessness.

"Every year, the school will conduct an extremely rigorous assessment of you!"

"If your progress fails to meet expectations, or if you underperform in the evaluation —"

"I will personally strip you of your top-tier freshman status!"

Su Yu nodded slightly.

That was fair.

You get what you pay for.

"Understood."

Nie Changkong saw the composed attitude in Su Yu's eyes, and a glimmer of approval flashed through his own.

He pulled out a business card and handed it to Su Yu.

"This is my personal contact."

"If you hit a wall in your cultivation, or if you're about to go into qi deviation with the Primordial Blood Origin Art — call me anytime. I can save your life."

"As for classes, attend whatever you want."

"Go to the spear department and audit lectures, or head to the combat department and fight on the arena — no one will stop you."

At that point, Nie Changkong shifted gears.

"However."

"Before all that, there's something you need to do for me."

Nie Changkong straightened up, his gaze boring into Su Yu like a burning brand.

"In one month."

"The nation-wide university freshman exchange tournament will be held in Demon Capital."

"Mudo has produced a special freshman with a natural killing constitution this year — his name is Shen Wudao."

"That kid has been strutting around quite a bit lately, and the old-timers at Mudo have been boasting that they're going to trample Jingwu under their feet at the exchange tournament!"

Nie Changkong let out a cold laugh.

"You're going to participate in this exchange tournament."

"My standards aren't high."

"Go knock that Shen Wudao and every single freshman from Mudo flat!"

"Bring back first place!"

Nie Changkong slapped Su Yu on the shoulder, his tone brooking no refusal.

"Can you do it?"

Su Yu nodded.

"Easy."

Then, carrying the Abyssal Dragon Spear on his back, he left the administrative building.

He didn't go to class.

Instead, he returned alone to the ultra-luxury penthouse Lin Xiaoxiao had arranged.

Pushing open the door.

The spacious living room was empty.

Lin Xiaoxiao had gone to report at the fist department — she was probably being drilled by Director Liu Ruyan right about now.

Su Yu set down the Abyssal Dragon Spear and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking out at the bustling scenery of the capital.

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Raising his wrist, he tapped on his tactical terminal.

Three jade slips lay quietly in the terminal's storage space.

Heaven-grade top-tier spiritual martial art — the Formless Calamity Blade (won from Chen Feng).

Heaven-grade top-tier internal technique — the Primordial Blood Origin Art.

Heaven-grade mid-tier spear technique — the Eight Desolations Annihilation Spear.

Three heaven-grade martial arts!

If the outside world learned that a freshman held three heaven-grade techniques simultaneously, it would trigger a bloodbath!

Everything was ready.

All that remained was the east wind.

"The Chen family..."

Su Yu muttered to himself.

"Three days."

"One hundred billion."

......

Meanwhile.

Demon Capital Martial University.

The Principal's Office.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly heavy.

A burly old man built like an iron tower — with only one eye — was staring intently at a holographic projection on his desk.

In the projection, a blurry video looped on repeat.

It was the scene from Unnamed Lake — Su Yu killing Chen Feng with a single spear strike!

The clip was short, only a few seconds long.

But the one-eyed old man had watched it no fewer than fifty times.

Every time he watched, the shock in his remaining eye deepened by a notch!

"Are you certain?"

The one-eyed old man's voice was hoarse, laced with deep disbelief.

"This kid... is really a freshman who just enrolled this year?!"

Standing before the desk, one of the intelligence instructors swallowed hard and nodded with difficulty.